The Scene

by Thermal And A Quarter

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released February 15, 2015

Guitars, Vocals, Guitar Synths: Bruce Lee Mani
Bass, Backing Vocals: Leslie Charles
Drums: Rajeev Rajagopal
Backing Vocals: Ragini Ramanathan

Recorded and mixed at Taaqademy Studios, Koramangala, Bangalore
Recorded by Rahul Ranganath
Mixed by Rahul Ranganath and Thermal And A Quarter
Mastered by Donal Whelan at Hafod Mastering, UK

Album photography by Harmit Singh
Album design and cover model - Ragini Ramanathan

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Thermal And A Quarter Bengaluru, India

"Thermal And A Quarter (TAAQ) is on the vanguard of the Indian Rock Scene" - NPR, USA

Founded in 1996, TAAQ is an eclectic, irreverent (but usually relevant) band that considers itself and its music as bastard children of the world. At home everywhere, belonging nowhere. Always true, tight, intense and ready to laugh.
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Track Name: Like Me
I’ve got a page, got a profile and my 5000 friends
Come up from the depths so fast that I’ve got the bends
Fifteen minutes ago I was nobody’s fool
Don’t you think that selfie makes me look real cool?
I’ve got my band together, we’ve got all the moves
We know the algorithms even if we got, if we got no grooves
I just shared I just boosted I just tagged and I twitched
So please won’t you why won’t you please won’t you Like Me?

Like Me! Is it so much to ask?
Like Me! In between your multi-task
Like Me! See that opposable thumb?
Like Me! It’s blue and its true so spare me a crumb, spare me a crumb
I’ll check back every minute
I’ll check back every minute
I know I’m going to win it
I know I’m going to win it
So why won’t you, won’t you Like Me?

I’m getting a round-eyed stare with all those hi-def pixels
The fog is clearing after all it’s about, it’s about what sells
No sacred cows to eat, no codes to defy
Just don’t ever take away my free wi-fi
I’m saving my fingers from all those messy inversions
I’d rather get them dirty with photo-filter, photo-filter decisions
I just shared, I just boosted I tagged and I twitched
So please won’t you, why won’t you why won’t you Like Me?

Like Me! Is it so much to ask?
Like Me! In between your multi-task
Like Me! See that opposable thumb?
Like Me! It’s blue and its true so spare me a crumb, spare me a crumb
I’ll check back every minute
I’ll check back every minute
I know I’m going to win it
I know I’m going to win it
So why won’t you, won’t you Like Me?

Somebody pinched my screen!
I’m afraid I’ll soon be catatonic
Got the jitters got the bugs
From under my feet you pull the rugs
Oh this stillness is cacophonic
And how will you Like Me?

Like Me! Is it so much to ask?
Like Me! In between your multi-task
Like Me! See that opposable thumb?
Like Me! It’s blue and its true so spare me a crumb, spare me a crumb
I’ll check back every minute
I’ll check back every minute
I know I’m going to win it
I know I’m going to win it
So why won’t you, won’t you Like Me?
Track Name: I'm Endorsed, Are You?
Why hello there, I see you’re in a band
Stop don’t speak let me tell you what’s the score
I like the sound of my voice more
Haven’t seen you around much – you must be from out of town
Don’t tell me what you play, what’s your vibe
what’s your groove or your growing tribe

What’s your gear? What free stuff are you getting?
Who’s the big daddy that’s got you peddling?

Nobody? Wow, now that’s a real scare
Like dropping my new $5000 snare
It’s a signature series piece,
you know I keep it just like new
I do I’ve got to
’Cause I’m endorsed, you know, are you?

I’ve got no big idea but I’ve got a lot to say
My band’s on hiatus right now, we’ve taken a bow
The pressure was too much, you know,
It was getting really crazy, so
All that chilling with six-pack of beer
Can be real hard, let me make that clear
Now we sit around bitching, what rocks and what sucks
Got those brand-new speaker cabs in our big pick-up trucks
You got a free guitar? Oh that’s really cool
Let me show you my collection, it’ll make you drool
Got them all ‘road-worn’, they’re so much better that way
’Cause I’m endorsed, you know, I don’t have to play!

I’m endorsed, are you?
I’m endorsed, are you?
I’m endorsed, are you?
I’m endorsed, are you?
I’m endorsed, are you?
Track Name: MEDs
Pardon me, but you look like you’re on vacation
No other excuse for not taking your medication
These bingo pills will put the stars back in your eyes
All those pulsing bongo drums are fully synthesized
Look sharp! There’s an artist in the spotlight
Don’t miss those funky pants in the UV bright
Takes hours to perfect that groovy facial hair
Write music? What? There is no time to spare!
Killing that play-button solo
He takes his vinyl on mono
Nothing grooves as sick as a MacBook Pro

It’s all in the shades, it’s in the software, bro
Why you practice so much, stuck in the lane so slow?
Can’t you see you’re doing it all wrong
Breaking a sweat on that forgotten song
Just take these MEDs now, or drink up quick
Cause you are making me quite sick
With all this talk of ‘music’

We’re all in Ibiza now, it’s so full of talent
Playing gigs - hey, isn’t that your department?
The bees come a-buzzin’, oh look at that honey
Them groupie girls sure never had that much money
You sure are one hell of a peculiar bird
Mr. Parker? Who? Nope, I’ve never heard
Could he keep this up, this one-man gig?
I should sample him – I could make him big
I can’t wait to be number one
Stepping dub is so much fun
Don’t mess with me, don’t mess with me, I’m a loaded gun

It’s all in the shades, it’s in the software, bro
Why you practice so much, stuck in the lane so slow?
Can’t you see you’re doing it all wrong
Breaking a sweat on that forgotten song
Just take these MEDs now, or drink up quick
Cause you are making me quite sick
With all this talk of ‘music’

You make me sick, I make music
You make me sick, I make music
You make me sick, I make music
You make me sick, I make music
You make me, you make me, you make me, you make me
Sick!
Track Name: GodRocker
Tremble in my presence or fall on your knees
Don’t bother to grovel, that’s a common disease
I’m a godfather of the scene, making it all happen
Pass along that funny cigarette now, no offence taken

I’ve got vision, mission, values, pedigree
I’m at the top of the rock n’ roll heap
Just book them bands, they’ll play for free
Wonder years among the sheep

Praise the lord
Praise the lord
And hope someday
I’ll take you to a broad

The times go by and the tides are waiting
In the capital of cool, the city of dreaming
This country will rock on independence day
Just who the fuck are you to say

I’ve got vision, mission, values, pedigree
I’m at the top of the rock n’ roll heap
Just book them bands, they’ll play for free
Wonder years among the sheep

Praise the lord
Praise the lord
And hope someday
He’ll take you to a broad
Track Name: Flok Rock
In your face in your time
Three-chord hooks should
Be a crime, be a crime
Kitschy wishy-washy boy
Play that song,
So much joy, happy joy

Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey
Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey

Get some Raga in the verse
And some Reggae in the groove
Feel me now, feel me now
We’re trending on the twitter
And we’re ready to move
Let me show you how, show you how

Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey
Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey
Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey
Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey

Tried the leather tried the hipster
Tried the riffs on the Stratocaster
But no cool vasool for all this paisa
So bring the flok rock, for these sheep are brown
Get ’em high get ’em loud, they be suckers for a clown

We don’t need no
Education; all we need
Is crowd control, we’re on a roll
Keep your dark sarcasm
In your music schools
We’re happy fools, wealthy fools

Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey
Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey

We’re the art of the state
And the heroes of the scene
Got our little stoolies and paper pulis
No secret sauce
It’s all a rustic brew
But you got to fly down our crew

Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey
Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey
Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey
Flok Rock Flok Rock Hey
Track Name: Dig the Chicks
Not so many years ago
If a rock show in India you designed to go
Surrounded you were by the darker sex
Little brown brothers craning their necks
For a glimpse, a flash, a tell-tale sight
Of a girl, a female in white
A pure heart, conservatively clad
For all you know, she’s here with her dad
Oh well.

Oh the scene, oh the scene, oh scene, oh now
Is a whole different, different cow
The birds they are here they are gathering
And they’re wearing, yes they wear
All kinds of feathers and even their leathers
And all kinds of feathers oh yes
It’s a dream come true
How can you be, can you be blue
Can you be
Go on out, go on out, go on out
And dig the chicks

They only seem to get better
Fragile and smiling, don’t you see her
Don’t you be no ape when you pitch your woo
She can tell her Dylan from her Fighters Foo
Don’t you be no ape when you pitch your woo
She can tell her Dylan from her Fighters Foo
Don’t be a fool

Oh the scene, oh the scene, oh scene, oh now
Is a whole different, different cow
The birds they are here they are gathering
And they’re wearing, yes they wear
All kinds of feathers and even their leathers
And all kinds of feathers oh yes
It’s a dream come true
How can you be, can you be blue
Can you be
Go on out, go on out, go on out
And dig the chicks

Go on out, go on out, go on out
And dig the chicks
Track Name: Going to Abroad
When we were young
She was always so far away
So frightfully expensive
Only the filthy rich and the lucky
Winner of some fixed-up lottery
Could visit and return
Exotic as the rings of Saturn
We’d gather round like pliant moons
Waiting for a tale or a boon
A trinket, a throwaway toy
Something special…

Going to a broad, for special favour
Going to a broad, can’t get it at home
Going to a broad, your pocket is poorer
But she’s got the streets and the skyscrapers
Baby Guinness and those fried potatoes
Oh how we crave her love…

Now we play rock n’ roll
And she’s still the pin-up star
A model with the right assets
Only the filthy rich and the lucky
Winner of some fixed-up lottery
Can go and play and bask for a while
In her indulgent smile
And if she deigns a pat on the back
Oh we are lost, alas and alack
What can we do
We’ve got to get

Going to a broad, for special favour
Going to a broad, can’t get it at home
Going to a broad, your pocket is poorer
But she’s got the clubs and the big stages
A real ‘scene’ and the industry mages
Oh how we crave her love…

Crave her love, crave her love
Crave her love, crave her love
Crave her love, crave her love
Crave her love, crave her love
Got to, yes I’ve got to, go to abroad
Got to, yes I’ve got to, go to abroad
Got to, yes I’ve got to, go to abroad
Got to, yes I’ve got to, go to abroad
Track Name: My Funny Turpentine
I roamed, yes I roamed low and low
Getting high was the prize, I needed it so
Scoring zero, my dealer’s gone solo
Oh no no no no no

Can’t do the needle don’t buy me no wine
Don’t have the stomach for something so fine
I’ll watch it dry from my corner in time
All I need yes I need my funny turpentine

The walls the walls, the walls are gone
The seas the seas the water is torn
The sky the sky is a web of deceit
My eye my eye you cannot defeat
I see it all I see it all I see it all

Can’t do the needle don’t buy me no wine
Don’t have the stomach for something so fine
I’ll watch it dry from my corner in time
All I need yes I need my funny turpentine

No herbs and no needle don’t buy me no wine
Don’t have the stomach for something so fine
I’ll watch it dry from my corner in time
All I need yes I need my funny turpentine
All I need, yes I need, my funny turpentine
All I need, yes I need, my funny turpentine
(Old monk…)
Track Name: The Scene
The big ticket Rock Stars
They come and they go
With folk fusion gimmicks
Comedy, electronics
Our story’s been the same
Since nineteen ninety-six
Selling Sushi in an Idli Shop for you
With Rock and Blues and Jazz and rolls on the menu

Selling Sushi is the Scene
Hope you know what I mean
Selling Sushi is the Scene
That’s how we wrap up this dream

I see you’re a producer of passion
I see you’re the chairman of cool
But if you’re the director of my music
I’d rather have the president’s rule
I’d like to be just like Lennon
You know, sometimes I play the fool
You can turn an event into history
Your sponsors on auto-renew
The drones they’re dripping kingfisher
As you fuck with the bands at your venue

Selling Sushi is the Scene
Hope you know what I mean
Selling Sushi is the Scene
That’s how we wrap up this dream, this dream

It’s getting cold here in this spotlight
While you rattle your cutlery
Don’t let me play a hole in your conversation
All I know is that this joke’s on me
Don’t need you to understand any more
And you can have all my tunes for free
Now you’re thinking this song is so bittersweet
You wear that smile so well
Shake my hand when I’m done, tell me it’s been a treat
I promise not to kiss and tell

Selling Sushi is the Scene
Hope you know what I mean
Selling Sushi is the Scene
That’s how we wrapped up this dream, this dream

Selling Sushi…
Would you like some chutney with that?

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